[No, Sheena, he doesn't want to be here. To be honest with you, he's kind of tired of being alive in the first place, tired of being just a perfect little weapon born to bring nothing but destruction of the world as we know it.
Zelos sets a hand on his crystal, mirroring Sheena. She's... really dead-set on this, isn't she? He gets the feeling that she's not going to listen to him if he protests, excuses already coming to him each second like the ticking of a clock, but then what she says next gives him pause. He tilts his head, frowns, and asks,]
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Zelos sets a hand on his crystal, mirroring Sheena. She's... really dead-set on this, isn't she? He gets the feeling that she's not going to listen to him if he protests, excuses already coming to him each second like the ticking of a clock, but then what she says next gives him pause. He tilts his head, frowns, and asks,]
"Who's Seles?"